New Year's Memory
The Spring Festival is the most solemn and festive festival of the year, especially for our children who grew up in the countryside, the New Year is the biggest expectation of the year. Although it has been more than 20 years since I left my hometown, the memories of the Chinese New Year still linger in my mind for a long time.
As soon as the wax moon enters, the breath of the year becomes stronger and stronger, and people rush to finish the work that has not been done in the year, and begin to clean the front and back of the house, scrub the doors and windows glass, and steam the New Year's buns and fried hemp leaves ......Before the preparations, the mother is always the busiest. When I was young, people's lives were very poor, but in the past few days, my mother was on the stove every day, steaming several pots of large and small white bread, and my mother would also make flower buns, making all kinds of small animals, rabbits, mice, roosters, and various forms of fish, using pepper seeds to make eyes, and a trace of red pepper on the mouth, lifelike! The fish is made by the mother with the most care, and after steaming, it is hung with a thin rope to symbolize "more than enough every year". In those years, there was no oil and water in the meal, but for the New Year, my mother must fry something for us to eat, my mother rolled out the noodles in front of the board, cut them into slices, the oil in the pot also boiled, the noodles were put into the pot, and with a snort, they all bulged up, floating on the oil surface, and the happiness in our hearts also swelled ......
And my father writes Spring Festival couplets, and I often think of the scene when my father wrote Spring Festival couplets. My father was a village teacher and wrote very well with a brush. Early in the morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, my father locked himself in his study, smoked, drank tea, looked back on the past, and looked forward to the future. After thinking of the sentences, he called us and read them to us word by word. When we agreed, we cut out the red paper, took out the pen and ink, and began to write. Stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, every word seems to be the completion of a work of art. After writing, you have to look left and right, and if you are not satisfied with a word, you have to write it again until you are satisfied. At the end of the writing, the ground was full of Spring Festival couplets with ink not dry. With the sound of crackling firecrackers, the night gradually fell, and the Spring Festival couplets of each family were also properly pasted on the door frame, and suddenly there was a festive and peaceful atmosphere in the village in front of the door and behind the house.
* The Spring Festival Gala of the TV station is a sumptuous "Chinese New Year's Eve dinner" for the people of the whole country on Chinese New Year's Eve, in those years, the TV set was still a rarity, and we only had a 14-inch black and white TV set in one of our production teams, which was generally placed in the production captain's home. On weekdays, at night, the courtyard of the captain's house will be crowded with men, women and children watching the excitement, rain or shine. But the TV set will also be carried to their house by some villagers every other day, and in my memory, every year on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the TV set will be carried to my father's house, maybe on that day of the year, we invite the TV to the house, and the captain and the team members are not easy to say. But one year, when my father had just brought the TV to the house, and our family was happily fiddling with it, a middle-aged man came to my house in a hurry. He insisted on taking the TV to their house to watch, arguing and arguing with his father. Although he still left in the end, the excitement of the family just now disappeared without a trace. However, with the continuous rise of the atmosphere of the Spring Festival Gala, our small yard is also full of laughter. When the song "Unforgettable Tonight" sounded, half of the joy of the year disappeared, and we fell asleep with a longing for ...... New Year
In my sleep, I was awakened by the sound of crackling firecrackers, so I got up with my bones, eagerly put on the new clothes that my mother had prepared for me to put on the pillow, put a firecracker in my pocket, and ran out of the door to set off the firecrackers and went to ......After eating the first dumpling of the New Year cooked by my mother, I went to pay New Year's greetings to my grandparents and elders to ask for New Year's money.
What excites me the most is going to my grandmother's house on the second day of the Lunar New Year. In my hometown, the second day of the Lunar New Year is the day when the married daughter returns to her parents' home. I have a lot of aunts, and on that day, the aunts who married to ten miles and eight towns all dragged their families to my grandmother's house, so the aunts who had been busy for a year could finally gather in my grandmother's kitchen to talk about the east and west while stir-frying and cooking; The uncles sat around and talked; And more than a dozen of our big and small cousins, and cousins were playing on my grandmother's kang at this time, and it was the freest and happiest time of the year. After eating, the adults sat around a table, we children sat around a table, and as soon as each dish was served, our group of nephews stood up with a hula and stood up like chickens pecking at the bottom of the dish in less than a minute. Although it was all home-cooked food, we ate it with ...... relishThe sun is about to set, and it's time for us to go home. Grandma trembled and opened the snacks that her daughters honored her, and gave them to us granddaughters one by one ......
As soon as the fifth day of the new year passed, there was a sense of loss in the hearts of our children; After another fifteen, the last glimmer of joy of the year has also dissipated. However, as the weather gradually warmed up, our hearts flew to the fields again: green wheat seedlings, tender green leaves, rushing water, and crisp birdsong. Life is like this, and it shows us a beautiful picture of spring and vitality.
In the blink of an eye, I am already a middle-aged person, and now my life is getting better day by day, and every day is like a New Year. It's almost the New Year, and my wife is busy cleaning up the house again, scrubbing the window glass, and asking me to help her, so I said impatiently, don't be busy anymore, what's the New Year? The wife said, you are not the New Year, the children are not the New Year, don't you want the children to leave the most solemn and beautiful memories of the New Year in the bottom of your heart? I was shocked, hurry up with my wife, rubbing and washing, yes, we should always keep a memory of the New Year in our hearts, always retain the joy and innocence of childhood, and move every detail of life.